there was a girl at the gym I used who had everything even a different kit bag for each outfit.... my personal trainer and /i used to almost wet ourselves when she was on the treadmill she had this mincing skippy pace looked like John inman on fast forward.... and if she did a kilometre it was a miracle She spent more time being a fluffy bunny standing by the machines pretending she didn't know how they worked so the me would 'help her' usually by showing her how 'strong they were' most had to drop the weights down a bit if I'd been there first not sure which was more pathetic the bunny or the bucks